Song Hongmei arrived early in the morning.
For this Qingming Festival, she couldn't set up her breakfast stall for half a day, so she simply came back early. This way, after the ceremony, she could help with tea picking or other things. The Song family doesn't lack people for work nowadays, but the eldest aunt has this personality, which is why everyone likes her, right?
Song Youde walked behind, watching Song Sancheng and his eldest son-in-law Zhu Jun clearing the weeds on both sides of the path with shovels, and whispered to her, "Damei, about Dafu..."
Hmph.
Song Hongmei immediately rolled her eyes, "You still want that little TV doll from New Year, huh? No idea, haven't been in touch."
Song Youde: ...
Alright, not deaf, not mute, don't be the head of the household. At his age, why worry about the kids? Forget it!
He shook his sleeves, clasped his hands behind his back, and briskly walked ahead.
